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161 Medic

It has to be said that as the central city in the largest industrial zone in the White Eagle Federation, the overall level and conditions of this field hospital are already considered top-notch under the conditions of this era. Therefore, Lawrence relied on his memories and pointed out that there were five or six similar disinfection procedures for medical personnel.

After some minor problems, I was ready to go to the front line with the stretcher team to take a look.

"Are you going to the front line?" When he and the stretcher team were preparing to go to the dock to catch the ride, he heard the policeman who had led them ask, "Do you need us to send someone to protect you?"

"Thank you, but it doesn't have to be so troublesome." Lawrence patted the pistol on his waist and said. After deciding to go to the front line, he was now fully armed, with one long, two short and three guns hanging on his body. "As a soldier,

As a formal caster, there will be no danger if you follow the stretcher team to the front line, so don't worry!"

The steam barge was twisting and turning in the twists and turns of the man-made canal, and ten minutes later they boarded a breakwater. At this time, there were bursts of artillery firing in the fog in the distance, and at the same time, there were looming lights on the water.

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"We're here." The captain shouted to Lawrence and the others on the deck through the copper horn in the wheelhouse. At the same time, several figures appeared on the breakwater and grabbed the cables thrown by the sailors on the ship and tied them to the fixed piles.

, and then put a springboard with a two-meter wide rope guardrail on the boat.

There is only one purpose for using this super-standard springboard, which is to facilitate the transportation of the wounded. But from another perspective, this thing also makes it easier for doctors who are not suitable for life on board to get on and off the ship.

"You arrived just in time." A lieutenant, whose body was covered in blood, stood on the shore and said to the people on the ship. "We just happen to have a group of wounded people who have just been transported here and need to be transported."

After saying that, he led Lawrence and the others towards one end of the breakwater, followed the path on the breakwater to the hill at the end of the breakwater and then turned a corner. A small temporary hospital composed of tents appeared in front of Lawrence and the others.

"This is it." The lieutenant led Lawrence and the others to approach one of these tents and lifted the curtain. The smell of blood rushed directly into everyone's nostrils.

"Why don't the wounded be temporarily treated and classified first?" Looking at the wounded with wounds wrapped in various rags lying on the ground of the tent, Lawrence immediately turned his head and asked the lieutenant who sent them here. "If all

If the doctors here are needed for everything, they will not be able to handle it at all."

"Who are you?" After hearing what Lawrence said, the lieutenant who should be someone in charge here turned to look at Lawrence and asked, "Why have I never seen you before?"

After hearing the officer's inquiry, Lawrence immediately took out the letter of appointment from his arms. However, before he handed it over to the officer, the captain of the stretcher team sent by the hospital took the initiative to explain to Lawrence. "He is

The medical and logistics inspector just appointed by the command is also a member of the Federal Science Society."

At this point, the doctor paused and thought for a moment. Then he explained, "It was the theory that he proposed to disinfect wounds before, and thanks to that theory we saved many wounded people."

"So it's you." After listening to the doctor's explanation, the officer looked at Lawrence with respect. Then he took a step forward, walked to Lawrence, raised his right hand and saluted. "

Thanks to the disinfection theory you proposed, several of my good brothers were able to successfully save their limbs and lives. I thank you on their behalf."

"This is what I should do." Seeing the other person walking up to him and saluting, Lawrence quickly stood up straight, then raised his hand and touched the brim of his hat to return the salute.

Because of this relationship, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly relaxed. The members of the stretcher team began to carry the wounded to the barge as planned to prepare for evacuation to the combat hospital, while Lawrence and Saifer were

At this time, the officer led the tour of the tent hospital. Of course, Saphire just stood behind Lawrence and acted as a bodyguard.

After checking several tents, Lawrence found that the other tents were all similar: the tents were filled with injured people, and the moans and the smell of blood filled the entire tent.

"Mr. August, it's not that we don't want to provide you with better treatment options. Every soldier is a brother to us, how could we ignore them?" Seeing Lawrence's face becoming more and more ugly, the officer said

He also told Lawrence the problem he encountered with a look of helplessness. "But we really have no other way."

"Is there no way?" Lawrence asked with some confusion, "Aren't there any medics in the army?"

When Lawrence said this, he suddenly felt something was wrong, because there was no word medic in his mind at all, so he had no choice but to put the words doctor and soldier together to form a new word.

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"Medical - soldier." The officer in front of him was also stunned. Although he had never heard of this word, he could probably guess what Lawrence was talking about through the two parts that made up the word, but there seemed to be something wrong with his understanding.

"We also have military doctors, but the number is very small. After all, it is too difficult to train a doctor."

"No, no, no, I'm not talking about doctors." Lawrence quickly explained. As someone who has experienced a complete medical education, he knows how difficult it is to train a real doctor. "The medical soldiers I am talking about are not military doctors;

Some ordinary soldiers. To be precise, some ordinary soldiers who have received simple medical training."

"Simple medical training, you mean-" The officer was very interested in Lawrence's proposal, probably because of Lawrence's medical achievements, so he had a little more confidence in Lawrence than Lawrence himself.

"That means selecting some of the soldiers who are smarter and more agile, and then teach them simple ways to stop bleeding, disinfection, simple wound treatment, and how to transport the wounded." Lawrence recalled the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" he had read in his previous life.

The content above said, "Because it is something very simple, it can be trained very quickly."

"If that's the case, then let's give it a try." Before the lieutenant in front of Lawrence could say anything, a major general with a gold star on his shoulder's golden epaulette lifted the door curtain and walked in.

"General Lee." Looking at the middle-aged general entering the tent, the lieutenant in front of Lawrence immediately raised his hand and gave a military salute. At the same time, Lawrence also took off his hat and placed it on his left chest and bowed slightly.

"Okay, okay, now is not the time to pay attention to etiquette." General Li returned the salute casually and said to Lawrence and the others, then stared at Lawrence and asked: "Can you briefly introduce what the medical soldiers can do?

What? I believe that what a member of the Federal Science Society came up with will definitely not be that simple."

"Thank you for the compliment, General." Lawrence smiled, "In fact, in my plan, these medical soldiers have other uses besides mastering simple wound treatment methods and evacuating the wounded, such as instructing everyone to perform hygiene procedures.

Regulations, such as promoting various health knowledge, such as inspections of various dietary hygiene, and discovering signs of the spread of various infectious diseases."

"This sounds very good." General Li nodded, and then asked a more important question. "But how long will it take to train like this?"

"Then it depends on how far you have learned it and who has learned it?" Lawrence said, "If an extraordinary person is learning and only learns knowledge related to trauma treatment, then one morning is enough. But ordinary people think

It will take at least two months to learn the whole set.”

"Understood." General Li thought for a moment and then patted Lawrence on the shoulder. "I will find some people for you. You just need to help train a group of medical soldiers who only have knowledge of trauma treatment."


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